Page 17 of His Pretty Little Duet

"Don't be nervous," a pretty woman with shiny near-obsidian hair says as she switches on the monitor. "I'm Dr Adel. You can call me Shoshanna. We just want to check on the baby. Slide up here, Fawn."

Still not moving...

The other woman approaches, glancing at Jasmine and Henchman Jeeves, saying, "You can leave." She places her hand on my shoulder. I peer up at her. She is at least half a foot taller than me. The way she carries herself, the commanding yet charismatic cadence to her voice, screams this is the lady of the house—Mrs Butcher."I'm Aurora. Come, Fawn. Have you seen the child yet?"

A breath escapes me as she leads me further into the room. I get that they need to make sure I'm not full of shit, and actually, full of, well, a baby. But this is a lot. I'm not a monkey! Not an exhibition. But my rebuttal is frozen on my tongue.

Pick your battles, Fawn.

Deciding this isn't one; I pretend there aren't so many spectators and avoid looking at them. "No," I finally answer. "I just did the strip test from the chemist."

She smiles softly as I climb onto the mattress; it is hard and shakes slightly as I mount it. "Well, let's take a look. This is Clay's father, Luca Butcher. He's a very close acquaintance of your father's and will personally see that the news of your arrival gets into the right hands."

An acquaintance?"You know my father?" I ask, eyeing him as I lie back on the bed. Shoshanna hovers over me. She pulls my shirt up to reveal the small mound—barely even noticeable yet—at my lower stomach, basically merely taut skin stretched from one hip to the other.

Luca nods once, folding his arms over his chest, the thickness of his biceps bulging beneath his hands. "For a very long time."

He looks scary as shit.

If not for the powerful gaze and expensive black suit, he could easily be a henchman. The scars across his face and undeniable bend in his nose are enough to warn most people with any sense of caution.

I wriggle around as Shoshanna tucks my shirt into my bra, my fingers finding the ends of my hair, twisting them around each digit. She squeezes a blob of cool gel on the centre of my stomach, causing me to shuffle more.

"Fawn, lay still." The distinct timbre of Clay Butcher freezes my spine, my body instantly doing as he commands.I didn't give it permission to do that.Heat rises the length of my neck, prickling along the skin, vines of nervousness reaching for my cheeks.

I look up at the monitor, realising it's been turned to face Luca and Clay.

Of course.

This isn't for me.

This is because they don'ttrustme.

The screen covers the lower parts of their faces, leaving me staring into Clay's narrowed blue eyes instead of the monitor. Shoshanna slides the pen along my abdomen until a beat crackles like an old radio.

"There is the heartbeat. Nice and strong."

I close my eyes, wanting to disregard my situational circumstances and not being able to see the monitor anyway, and instead listen to the second heart inside me for the first time. I crack a smile.

This is really cool.

Lasting evidence that something happened that night between Benji and me.

"He's about twelve weeks," she says, but I barely absorb her words, lost in the sound of new life. Sadness flitters through me that Benji isn't holding my hand, touching my hair softly. Not that he ever did that while he was alive. But, he wanted to. Our situation stopped him. I'm sure of it.

And now I'm kinda hopeful, for the first time since that day. This kid is going to have a great life.Belong.

Many beats of his heart later, Shoshanna stops moving the pen around my stomach, and holds it still, pressing firmly, pointedly, just to the left of my hipbone.

Forcing my eyes open, I gaze up at her. Shifting across her soft gaze is something strange, a message to the men I don't understand. I inhale quickly, holding my breath, white noise crackling between my ears. What’s wrong? Shoshanna nods at Clay, who narrows his clear blue eyes on the monitor.

Shoshanna turns back to me. "Well, he is still small, but the nub between his legs is facing vertically, Fawn. That means it is likely you are having a boy. Congratulations."

A boy.

A boy who might look like Benji...

I thought that I would forever be looking for his smile, seeing it in crowds, seeing it behind me in the reflection of a store window. But now, I'm hoping I'll see it in the boy we made. It'll be nice knowing that a smile like his is still shared with the world even if I don't get to experience it firsthand.

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